The exchange//SMUT WARNING

Chapter 44- Cheat (18+)

SEVERE SEX WARNING
SEX WARNING
18+
GRAPHIC
LONG CHAPTER

  The eleven o clock alarm rang on her pink cased iphone. Her seductive red nail polished fingers tapped the 'end' button lightly, silencing the alarm.

Naked feet sticking the the perfume stained floor as she picked tiptoed around glass to her mirror.

Checking her pale, spotless complexion in the smashed mirror. Dabbing on rose scented chapstick to her lips. Tinting them baby red.

Brushing her brows into their company required waxed shape. Tilting her head in the mirror looking for any imperfection.

Taking her bare arms behind her head as she tied up her long, black hair into a high, sleek ponytail with a bright red, silk ribbon.

Letting her white dress I gown fall to the ground revealing her washed naked body. Stripped of the majority of its fat from trainee diets, previous disorders and heavy dancing. Her bruised hand. Her knuckles baring red cuts and purple bruising.

* un clear *

Fixing her straps in the mirror. Pulling her dressing gown back on. Hands on hips, closing her eyed and sighing shakily in the mirror. Opening her bright brown eyes to re focus on herself in the mirror. "*unclear*"

Sliding her feet into the un branded, white slides beside her. Looking in the mirror once more. Nodding slowly and walking towards the door. Her hand reaches for the handle and pulls it down slowly.

Entering the hallway and peeking around. The whole setup dark. The TV blaring loudly downstairs. Her tiptoes so light even a mouse wouldn't hear them.

Her hand on the doorhandle . His door.
Her pretty face scrunching up in last minute nerves.
Her thin ankles bouncing one after the other as she hesitated.

A soft clink as she bit the bullet and predded down on the handle. The pale door creaking open quietly as she pushed it open wide enough to get in and closed it behind her. Her two hands back against the door as she held it closed. Quietly fiddling with a loose flick of wood.

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"Yoona?"
A confused voice comes from the bed.
Your gaze falls to where Taehyung is sitting on his bed. Dressed in an all black suit, one foot up on the bedside cabinet as he leans towards it to tie his long, black laces.

You'd only been in this room five or six times. When you slept here once, when you needed something, when you were spying. Its very pretty. More expensive looking then any other room in the house. The walls covered in a 3D golden pattern of rearing stallions, printed onto a clean white wall. A large shelf built into the wall houses countless cameras and books, all organized by color and size. A drawer with mirrors and professional lights on it, cluttered with expensive skincare and Gucci headbands. 

  A huge, glass doored  wardrobe houses hundreds of items of clothing.

  A dense fluffy rug spread across the floor.

The lights completelt off apart from one of two ruby and diamond encrusted lamps at each side of the bed. The room lit up thoroughly with deep red and lapiz blue hues. 

 
His eyesbrows slightly raised as he looks up at you. You stay put as you look at him. He looked twenty times better in a suit. So manly and smart looking. His hair brushed and fluffy. His face touched up ever so slightly with an extremely low coverage foundation. His lips tainted a barely there rosy red.

He finishes tying his laces and lets his foot drop to the floor.
"Are you okay?" He asks. As if to say 'What do you want?'
His elbows on his spread out knees as he tilts his head back slightly and sighs.